Black Poetry : Scarred No Longer...

(Last year, I wrote this piece with a fellow male poet; and I thought I'd share it here....

"Scarred No Longer...."

MALE PART:

Lacerations so0o0o0o deep

she was consciously

.suffocating.

Hateful arguments

thrown dishes
slanderous sayings

Conveying.
the falsity of love

..its *********..!!

a defaulted sentence

A go to good bye

Presently

a heartless
( vocalized ) remembrance

Broken battered
sentimental female figurine

.shattered.

Posing
---frozen----
afraid

against

bloodied W A L L S

she

-c
--r
----a
--w
------l
---e
-----d

panties [soaked soiled]

teeth

{{{ .loosened. }}}

boxing barrages

~~BLASTED~~

facially

---Fictitiously---

His true colors

bruised her limbs

Highly defined
knuckled tattoos

no sympathy

Scarred lover
??perplexed??

A truce??

Randomized

bordering rape

(.fvcking punk @ss ape.)
rough illicit ----sex

:sychologically::
destroying her self esteem

::emotionally::
feeling cheap

::socially:: muted
scarcely (.silenced.)

::mentally::
distraught

deliriously .upset

Make up 2 break up??

.A bouquet of flowered fisticuffs

brutally
brawling
is
al---w---a---y---s NEXT

**sigh**

Pathetic extremes
seems
fondness of the beast
was her only protection

Senseless punches..!!

were domesticating
.submissive. weapons

Flesh severely injured
she carelessly

.accepted.

these so-called

Its that I love you so0o0 much baby

Semi animalistic affectionate methods.

Girlfriends were pissed
:: advice ::

BE a ******
fvck it

Get ***** started

Burn his clothes
break his tv
torch his fvcking apartment

Slash his tires
fill his tank with sugar

but she'd reluctantly disagree

smiling under shades
then do the opposite

.Misogyny.

Definitely
late hours
cell phone voice mail

.automatically

Stumbles in intoxicated

.grinning.

from club sinning
with skanky women

her cheeks are slapped,
happy?

Black eyes imprinted
Soo0o0 repeatedly
its considered natural mascara

T-
-e
a-
r-
-s

Weeping
in
mirrors

cosmetic ..s m e a r e d

screaming WHY?!?!

while hes rudely behind her

lost in reveling .laughter.

FEMALE PART:

And it was that cruel, taunting laughter
that spurred what came after.....

A new thought fought
The former aches and pains
To change
A lot
Distraught...

But, tonight,
SHE would be
The violent transgressor
As into her hand, she slipped from her Dresser
A slim, sharp pair of tweezers...

Then, at that moment,
By the back of her hair
He SNATCHED
And, by now, her plan
Was maturely hatched
As she was dragged
From her seated mirror to the floor
Then he cursed her, slapped, and tore
At the gown she wore
But, this time, she didn't even try to crawl away
Because, TONIGHT would be the last
Of this kind of violent, sexual fray...

He called her all kinds of names
Reserved for women of ill-repute
And, like always, she knew
What would follow suit
As he pulled off the belt
That she knew so well
From every bruise and every welt
He'd given her before
But, tonight, she'd settle the score....

And when he'd finished with her lashing's ration
Like always, it spurred his sexual passion
So, he kicked her over to begin the rape
Just then, was when, she could secure her escape...

And, as he so roughly pummeled into her
She fought to clear her vision's blur
But just as his gathering semen
Was about to burst
Deeply
INTO
his
T
E
S
T
I
C
L
E
S
The tweezers, she submersed
And
GRIPPED
AND
TWISTED!

*Before tonight, he never knew such pain existed!*

He screamed and punched her
And even attempted to choke her by the throat
But, she never waivered. She held on
So his strength was weakened and remote

Yes, she scrambled right along with him
As he tried to get away
But his every movement
Just made him all the more, pain's prey

Then, he, finally, passed out
And so she, for a change,
Kicked HIM so as to leave no doubt
Before she gathered some clothes
Grabbed her cellphone and keys
And as she drove away,
At last.......Her body ached
But her SOUL was eased.

in its ghastly hope
that never again will spirits know
the pain that held her captive mind
so destitute for such a time
allowing this animalistic treatment to spur
doubts of inadequacies deep within her
'til necessity born of dread and fear
forced her hand to this point here

beautifully scripted collaboration. IT IS A SHAME THAT ANYONE WOULD HAVE TO ENDURE SUCH DEPRAVITY...WHEN WE'RE ONLY LOOKING TO BE LOVED.